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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, NAGITO KOMAEDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 004.28.777.00 * MrBrightside has joined 004.28.777.00 <MrBrightside> Hello there! This is Komaeda. <MrBrightside>** I'm grateful that you want to talk to me.

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Hm, I suppose I'd feel the same way you do about it, if I had a tail that stuck out.

[Ryou, personally, is pretty happy that as a mer, he doesn't have to worry so much about being indecent as being naked in general. Actually, a few monsters he's tried out were like that.

He just feels a little too weird about not having well-fitting clothes at this point in time.

That's kind of not the point right now though, is it?]

Oh...right. Right, yes, I should get in. Because...yes. You're right.

[Ryou's ear-fins flick a little through the holes in his pelt hood, before he gets to his feet awkwardly and glances at the pool.]

I would have gotten in already, but...then I wouldn't be able to message you, and I thought it would be nice to spend time with a friend, you know?

[You know, even though they're still not quite at the perfect level of comfort that Ryou would have liked to be at. Baby steps, right? Yeah, baby steps. He's not going to let his shy habits push Komaeda away this time!

He moves to the pool edge, glancing down into the near-perfect layer of water. It's almost ripple-free, but he has a distinct urge to just JUMP RIGHT IN

...that he's not going to give into. Nope. Going to take this slow. He starts at the shallow end, dipping one foot down into the water, balancing perfectly on the first step. Then, the other foot.]

I haven't really tested how long it takes for my tail to come--

[Says the fool as his legs begin to knit together almost instantaneously and his feet become unable to hold his weight as they shift into smaller, floppier fins. As he awkwardly tumbles forward into the water, hardly avoiding smacking his head against the bottom of the pool, he considers that maybe...he should have just jumped right in.]

[If asked his opinion, Komaeda also would've suggested just jumping right in. When you don't know how much water it takes to get your tail, the first thought would be testing it... But you'd usually do something like that in the shower or bathtub, not a pool where you're going to be submerged anyways.

He pulls his sweater tighter around himself as Ryou flops face-first into the pool, and walks himself to the edge to sit down cross legged. He's not going to put his legs in (because he knows it's cold) despite a lingering affinity for wanting to feel the sensation. He'll wait until Ryou's got his bearings enough to pull his head up out of the water again.]

You know, Ryou-kun... You're kind of a strange guy.

[He says this with a bit of an unreadable expression. Komaeda doesn't get why Ryou is trying so hard right now to get into his good graces, but... This pathetic display isn't really harming his opinion of the guy either. It's just. Weirdly awkward.]

Firs things first, you're not in pain or anything right? Did you hit your head at all...? It doesn't look like getting your tail for the first time caused any bleeding, so that's good.

[It takes a few seconds before Ryou finally gets over his surprise and is able to work his tail enough out of instinct to propel him to the edge of the pool. He motors to about the halfway point, so his tail isn't dragging on the bottom.

Thankfully, he doesn't look worse for wear, though his hair plasters all over his face when he surfaces. One webbed hand pushes it back, and he sighs in exasperation.]

I'm alright, there's nothing to worry about, no harm done...

[He awkwardly decides to circumnavigate the assertion that he's a strange guy. Not that he wants to ignore Komaeda, but...any response he'd have to that would probably make this whole interaction worse than it already was.]

And I'm glad it was fast, honestly. I was afraid it might hurt when I shifted over. It's a nice change of pace.

[Settling in at the edge of the pool, and pulling his coat around him tighter, Komaeda eyes Ryou for a long and scrutinizing moment. As expected, he takes to it pretty fast... What's even the point of him being here, then? Emotional support?

Is it because Atem is asleep?]

It'd be counterproductive if a merperson felt pain when they transformed, don't you think? We have the ability to exist both on land and in the water... So, inconvenient, sure, but painful... I could've told you that.

[Komaeda lifts and arm, settling his elbow on his knee and leaning his face against the side of his forearm.]

Although, when I first got my tail it was pretty bloody... So I'm glad you didn't make a mess of the pool with your change. That would've been a huge pain to clean up.

Maybe so, but...one time I yelled at Mana and she made it so that I would shed every single time I fed as a naga. It was...eugh, it was inconvenient.

[Shedding sucks, he would not recommend it.

Ryou glances at the water, frowning. Maybe he should have thought about this better. What if he had gotten the pool dirty? Sheesh...]

Sorry, I guess I should have thought this through better, instead of just calling you out here, in the cold, when you're not even a mer. I didn't want to screw up on my own, and I thought...w-well...

[He trails off. What did he think? He is being honest in that he didn't want to mess it up alone, and possibly cause more trouble when someone found him floundering or bleeding, or what have you.

The second thought was that perhaps he should go out of his comfort zone. Atem's asleep, and Nanami was always overextending herself on his behalf, so...he thought he'd try another friend, that's all.

But judging by Komaeda's attitude, perhaps he didn't want to be here after all? That's not good...]

[He didn't want to screw up on his own...? What's with that. Komaeda can't help the way his brow furrows just hearing those words, as if the implication of them were that they could take the fall together. Was Ryou expecting to have someone docile to just help him clean up the mess? Isn't that sort of thinking sloppy?

Komaeda stares at the now-mer for a long moment before finally exhaling a sigh, and dunks his hand into the water. He swiftly makes a cupping motion and scoops a handful right at Ryou's face, splashing him point blank. Serves him right.]

Jeez, stop making that face, will you? I agreed to be here, so if you look like you're inconveniencing me, it causes me trouble, you know?

[—Said still with that irritated tone. He isn't going anywhere, though. Komaeda promised to help Ryou, and he's going to. Even if he's currently the least helpful person with this.]

...Everyone experiences a monster type uniquely, so... The best way to get used to it is just by embracing it. You'll learn more quickly how to live as it, and if you like it more or less than what you usually are.

[Do not point out that Komaeda is fresh into his very first temp, though.]

[The splash to the face takes Ryou by surprise, and he shakes his head out of reflex. His ear-fins make an interesting noise as they slap against the sides of his head from the motion, and then he lets a huff out through his seal-ish nostrils.]

Right, right. Sorry about that.

[It's very like Ryou, to say something so placating. But Komaeda's right, he shouldn't be looking a gift ~~horse~~ angel in the mouth.]

So what you're saying is, I should just swim it out, right? I could do that. I've never been much of a swimmer, but since I'm here...

[So saying, he pushes off the edge of the pool, and moves his tail. It's...well, it's awkward, honestly. He can't kick like he's inclined to, in a way that he might if he had two legs. Right now all he has is a seal's rear end. It's harder, he finds, when he has to do this kind of thing while thinking. The instinct of making his way to the edge of the pool had been different.]

S-so, uh. How's your monster change going?

[...at least he didn't call out that it's Komaeda's first temp.]

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i have been writing this tag for a week

he's such a pathetic little blorbo I care him

late but STILL HERE...

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